[ Wang Baixi has wound up in some far-flung places, in unexpected circumstances, more times than he would like to count. But never has he been anywhere this far-flung or unexpected. He woke up three days ago in a house he didn't recognize, where a woman he also didn't recognized claimed to be his mother shoved a backpack into his hands and unceremoniously ushered him out the door. Nothing in the pack was familiar... So he's had to make do. Without any of his gear, his tech, his links to his teammates back in China, he isn't entirely sure how he's going to get home. So, instead he chooses to focus on just getting by.

He takes the road to the nearest city by himself, not trusting the unfamiliar red and white ball in his pack enough to try opening it. He notices right away that the animals here aren't... right. There was a man with a giant purple rat who said he wanted to battle— which Baixi might have been down for, if it didn't seem like he wanted his rat to do the fighting!

He walks all day, and at night he does his best to get himself up to speed on this locale, using his Gear to research whatever information he can find. So, the strange animals are called Pokemon, and people here keep them as companions or trained fighting animals for some kind of sick bloodsport. Dog fighting is legal in China, so such a concept isn't unheard of, though Baixi does think it's somewhat distateful. Still, that seems to be the primary way to earn money around here, which Baixi is going to need if he's going to find himself food and shelter. Looks like he'll have to get himself one of these Pokemon and start training it to fight. ]

Excuse me, do you have a second to answer some questions from a new transplant?

[ (Little does he know, there's a Snivy inside that Pokeball in his bag, just waiting to come out.) ]

Who or what makes the decisions of which Pokemon we transplants start with?
Their sense of humor is not appreciated.